Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 865 [Baby] The Demise of Ziqi Tower (6)

The meaning on his face was obvious, that he wanted to use the knife on the restrained Mo Zizhu in front of him.

Mo Zizhu's face suddenly became extremely ugly, complicated and angry.

This child really doesn't understand the world at all. He is the benefactor who saved his mother and sister. It's really out of character for him to treat him like this.

Mo Zizhu was under control and did not move a single bit. Seeing that Feng Yuanshu's knife tip was about to be inserted into his chest, his whole body tensed up.

Looking at the child's appearance, he didn't mean to be joking at all. Could it be that he really wants to treat himself...

Mo Zizhu's face became cold and severe, when the tip of the knife pierced into his flesh, a surge of real anger burst out, and a strong air flow spread out, causing the surrounding trees to shake up three times. shock.

Yuan Shu was startled, a little surprised, the tip of the falling knife broke into two pieces with a ding.

Mozizhu, free!
Yuan Shu was stunned for a while, looked at the broken short blade in his hand with a dull expression, and then showed a meaningful smile.

That smile made Mo Zizhu feel a little smug, how could a child smile so calmly in such an unexpected situation?

Could it be...

"What are you doubting me about?"

Yuan Shu didn't answer, but looked at Mo Zizhu with a smile. When he saw that he was really angry and put the clothes on the ground back on his body, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

What a powerful internal force!

"Doubt your identity." Someone answered him, but it was not Yuan Shu who answered, but Duan Jiaai who came out of the bamboo house.

Yuan Shu raised his calf and ran to his parents. The whole family of four stood in front of the bamboo house. Mo Zizhu turned around and looked at this beautiful picture of man and woman, handsome and pretty, with envy in his eyes.

"Are you from Ziqilou?" Jia Ai looked at Mo Zizhu coldly, "Or... Aotian Palace!"

Mo Zizhu's heart skipped a beat, because Duan Jiaai's question was clearly on the point.

He calmed down and smiled lightly.

"Madam Feng is indeed intelligent, but since you suspect that I am from Aotian Palace, what proof do you have?"

Mo Zizhu suddenly realized that Feng Yuanshu's making things difficult for him was carefully planned, and this family... really saw that such a scheming scene was staged, which is hard to guard against.

Especially this little seven-year-old, but still just a little milk bag, showing the composure of a strategist, it should not be underestimated.

"Uncle Mo, we have fought against Ziqilou. Your skills are not from the same family as theirs. They are obviously vicious, but your true energy is refreshing. The two auras are quite different. How could it be a sect?"

He is still young, but speaks in a very orderly manner, and can accurately analyze the differences in the number of martial arts. Mo Zizhu has to admire Yuan Shu's ingenuity.

No, it should be said that he shouldn't use the standard of a seven-year-old child to measure Feng Yuanshu in front of him.

He looked Feng Yuanshu sharply up and down, and had to say that this is a manufacturable material, if possible, maybe he can be recruited into the family, and the beam will be handed over to him in the future... Mo Zizhu couldn't help but think.

"Even if our kung fu is not the same, it is not enough to prove that I am from Aotian Palace." Mo Zizhu smiled, very sure, because he didn't think this family could prove anything.

(End of this chapter)